Lee/Cheyll

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He knows there's no going back now. He's too fucking smitten and will never let Johnny go.

Johnny's sleeping face is peaceful and beautiful, the spot of drool on the pillow so endearing Simon's heart might burst. His breath catches and Johnny blinks his eyes open, grumbling something unintelligible, and pulling Simon back down.

both spend their last energy with small kisses on whatever skin is close to their mouth.

When Simon wakes up hours later, still sticky and disgusting, still entangled into Johnny's body, he knows it's too late.

Johnny ruts against his legs during his orgasm, cursing at Simon with wide eyes and a helpless, unbelieving, ravenous smile.

The comedown has both of them collapsing, Simon leaning his whole weight on Johnny's chest. He runs gentle fingers through his curls, and -

One hand to press the vibrator down on Johnny's T-dick mercilessly. The other on his stomach to hold him down. A knee pressing between his legs.

Johnny's deep, desperate shout is almost as satisfying in Simon's ears as feeling the rush of wetness slicking up his thigh.

Before Johnny can react in any way but to open his mouth for a surely very witty reply, Simon has grabbed a vibrator he spotted in the box earlier. He knows this model, his finger on the power button immediately.

when Simon impatiently yanks at the clasps of the strap belt. He only needs one open; succeeds, and pulls it the base of the belt out of the way.

"Now," he flicks up his eyes, delighting in Johnny's gaze locked tightly to his, "I need you to come for me."

Not without hearing Johnny's raspy voice struggling through an orgasm as well.

"Lean back," Simon grumbles an order, pushing at his chest. Johnny complies with an open mouth and confusion, but the signature smirk sneaks back into the corners of his lips -

falters in his rhythm while fucking Simon through the orgasm. When Simon's whines die down, Johnny sighs, pulling out carefully and sitting back on his heels.

"Fuck, Simon, this was–"

"Not was," Simon grunts, tongue heavy, mind still cock-drunk and hazy, but he doesn't want to relax into it.

and coming harder than he ever has in his life. His vision goes blurry at the edges and his ears ring while he feels every clench amplified by the cock plugging up his pulsing cunt. Johnny groans into his mouth, trails kisses all over his face, and never -

Simon bucks his hips up; he wants to chase the pleasure, needs to with every fibre of his being, wouldn't be able to stop himself if he wanted to.

The heavenly friction combined with Johnny filling him up to the brim, grinding into his sweet spot, has him shouting out -

the only thing he knows it that Johnny reaches down between their sweat-slick, filthy bodies at some point. He doesn't do much, just presses the palm of his hand lightly onto Simon's dick.

But it's enough. The calluses adorning his skin are the perfect texture to grind against.

Whenever Simon manages to open his eyes, Johnny is staring at him intensely, fire cracking in his eyes, making Simon run even hotter.

Simon doesn't know how long it takes, it could be an eternity or embarrassingly fast; -

has him seeing stars and crying out words he doesn't remember.

Johnny's sweat drips down onto Simon's face; he greedily pokes his tongue out to lap it up, delighting in the salty tang blooming in his mouth, groaning about it. It's like a tiny rush to his system, makes him feel revitalised.

every thrust into Simon's hole seemingly riling him up more and more. Not that Simon is able to process too much of his environment. It's impossible, Johnny hammering into him in a steady, hard rhythm, not overly fast, but deep. The dildo scrapes deliciously over all the right places inside Simon, -

nothing but the belt's base pressing on his dick lightly, Simon knows from his own experience. He never gets even remotely close when topping; not that he doesn't like it, but it's nothing that will get him off.

He isn't so sure about Johnny though. Because he groans and curses, sweats and hums, -

Simon remembers to breathe. A wet wheeze leaves his throat and he peels his droopy, heavy eyelids open to find Johnny staring at him, lips parted, an intense, obsessed glint to his eyes. Johnny is not getting a single ounce of stimulation from this, -

It feels better than he could have imagined, the thick shaft stretching him out deliciously, much more than Johnny's two fingers did just before. Johnny glides in until he comes to a halt.

"Fuck," Johnny sums it up perfectly.

"Please." He doesn't whine, doesn't whimper, just chokes it out quietly and breathlessly.

Johnny just looks at him, studying him for a moment with that heated gaze, and then nods once.

And pushes in.

The noise leaving Simon cannot be human.

and he makes a show of bending down, sticking his tongue out between his swollen lips and licking a slow stripe up his tits, sucking the sweat into his mouth with a content hum.

Simon is about to explode with lust, his mouth hanging open, heavy breathing.

Johnny's grin only deepens when he catches his shin easily and uses it to yank Simon down the bed.

Suddenly, his face is much closer; Simon can smell his own sweet slick with every of Johnny's breaths hitting his face. Johnny runs his heated gaze over Simon's face and upper body, -

playfully running his tongue over Simon's oversensitive cock with little kitten licks, grinning every time Simon's stomach jumps at the sharp pleasure zapping his system. He kicks at the bastard with a half-hearted curse, but -

Simon's world is thoroughly rocked, utterly ruined, and that even before Johnny got to use the strap on properly. He is still recovering, heavy breathing and sweat running down his forehead and dripping on his chest. Johnny is the most beautiful sight between his legs, -

Johnny laughs, groans, coos, curses; his words muffled by Simon's cunt shoving into Johnny's face desperately in rhythm with every wave of his orgasm. Johnny doesn't stop moving his fingers until he's done.

He eats him out with deadly precision, thoroughly; an unfaltering, torturing pace to every single flick of his tongue and lips. When he adds two fingers to spread Simon open, curling them in the exact right way and rubbing over that spot up his hole, Simon can't stop himself from coming immediately.

As it turns out, it's a close thing.

When Simon pulls of the dildo, Johnny pounces on him. He gets hoisted up the bed, Johnny's face crashing into his inner thighs with how quickly he attempts to get his mouth on Simon's dick and folds.

"Come, up, off," Johnny orders with a low voice, devoid of any haste, but his eyes are near burning holes into Simon's head with how intensely a dark shimmer is firing up in the icy blue.

If he didn't know better, Simon would believe Johnny was about to devour him whole now.